Stephen Loomes

Tribute To William Blake - Poem by Stephen Loomes

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The engraver from Broad Street Would not kiss the feetOf a creeping JesusWhen that spirit cameBut dreamt of tigers in the night Out of the narrow laneJob himself came marching downThe sound of his feetResounding at a later timeFrom the visionary's metered walk.

Ah! but who could have seenThat his meaning would not dawnUntil his spirit free was bornAt the engraver's solitary deathAt every morn and every nightMisery turns to sweet delight.

Comments about Tribute To William Blake by Stephen Loomes

This tribute keeps the essence of Blake, from his profession to his solitary death, and his metered walk as a visionary, as he intimated himself that the designs on which he was engaged were not from his own mind, but copied from grand works revealed to him in visions; and in the words of Allan Cunningham, that people knew that he was commanded to execute his performances by a celestial tongue...i am also the admirer of this sensitive poet who was conscious of even the minute suffering of God's tiny creatures, as the canvas of his universe is vast as well as so compact that whatever happens below on earth, affects the heavenly creatures: